:Sheepish look: Actually it’s not. It’s just that the major thing in my life which is causing me distress is pretty much out of control, so I guess I’m trying to do something about the things which are. :Shrug: I’m afraid I can be a bit of a control freak at times, and believe me, there’s nothing like a frustrated one.
Since this woman came back, I’ve actually been actively avoiding her because I didn’t want to have yet another conversation with her which consists of her asking, out of the blue, “What’s your name?” “CJ”, followed by a smile. I swear, that’s as much as I can remember of the conversation, although they usually happened while I was getting my lunch out of the refrigerator or running some reports to the back.
Yesterday, I was limping back to the lunch room on my cane, when out of the blue, I heard “Hello Sweetheart!” (I said “Hello” back), then, a few minutes later, “Hi Sweetie”. She also asked how it was going, and I answered “Fine”, even though that didn’t feel like the right answer since I’m wearing a knee brace and walking with a cane. I’m not sure what the right answer is, although on bad days I’ve been known to smile ruefully and answer “Next question!”
It’s funny. I’m enough of a Pittsburgher that I wouldn’t have minded “Hon” or “Dear”; I’m English enough that I wouldn’t have minded “Luv”. All three to me are rather generic terms. I suppose “Sweetheart” implies an intimacy which doesn’t exist and wouldn’t be welcome.
As I said, I’m aware that this is extremely minor stuff and it doesn’t bother me much, but it was lunchtime, it had just happened, I was bored, and I thought it might make an interesting thread.
DeVena and RealityChuck have given some good advice and, if I decide not to ignore this coworker’s endearments, I’ll follow their advice. The woman’s nice enough, harmless, and the longtime girlfriend of one of our drivers. I know she means well. I just wish she’d either remember my name or find something other than “Sweetheart” to call me.
I like and approve of ordinary politeness and courtesy, and I agree there’s far too much rudeness in the world. I was grouchy, in a bit of pain, caught off guard and it rankled a bit at the time. Take out any of those three factors, especially one of the first two, and I wouldn’t even have brought it up. I realize I may regret doing so anyway.
Out of curiousity, though. how would responding with a puzzled look be? A sort of “Who? Me?” I do puzzled and confused rather well, especially when I genuinely am, and I’m pretty sure that was my response when I was asked on my first date. I did eventually work out that I was the one he was talking to, simply because I was the only female in the area and he was looking at me.
Thanks,
CJ